Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Crime,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.